Poor Uncle Al (2/28/13)

Poor Uncle Al

 
Poor Uncle AL went to sit down. He grunted and grunted, and my, what a frown!
 
“What's the matter?” asked Auntie, “Are you ailing?”
“Oh!” groaned Uncle AL, “This old body's failing. 
 
Hurts my hands to open the door; got no teeth, and my gums are sore. 
My legs cramp and my eyes are red.
 
"Can't half hear; no hair on my head. 
Can't see very well without my specs. When I turn my head, it hurts my neck.
 
"On my arms are great big bruises; can hardly bend over the put on my shoes. 
Arthritis in my back; sinus in my nose; knots on my fingers; and corns on my toes. 
 
I'm skin & bones, with my cheeks sunk in.
"When I close my mouth, my nose hits my chin. 
 
My legs ache and my feet go to sleep. 
When I move around, my poor joints creak. 
 
I take a cold in the slightest breeze. 
Those lumps are not door knobs, they are my knees.
 
"Had about all diseases you could name - everything connected with aches or pains. 
I drag my feet across the floor. Besides all else, people say I snore. 
 
If there's anything more I'm supposed to take, it had better hit me quick, or twill be too late.
 
"But I'm not giving up, no, ma'am. I just thank the good Lord I'm as well as I am!”